The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

Jiang Muxia and Fuzi followed him for half a day and found out that Ping Luo lived in a shabby house facing the street in Hulu Lane in the east of the city.

Fuzi asked the neighbors on the street and found out that this person had lived in the alley for three years. He usually did nothing, and after hooking up with Jiang Pizi last year, he often didn't come back to live for several days.

People also mentioned that on the ninth day of every lunar month in Pingluo, except for windy and rainy days, people must stay at home.

The ninth day of the first lunar month? It was the county market day, and he must be waiting for someone at home.

Who was she waiting for? She had already guessed.

"Today is the third day of the Lunar New Year, and there are still six days left. I want to see what these two people are doing." Jiang Muxia said to himself.

"Sister Jiang, if you have anything to say, just tell me. That kind of place is not suitable for you to go, it's too dirty." Fuzi glanced at the alley in front of him, thought of something, and shuddered all over.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid." Jiang Muxia said with a smile, "Fuzi, you should be pretty good at fighting, right?"

"Just, just normal." Fuzi didn't know what she meant, "Do you want me to attack that fat man?"

"No, he doesn't deserve it. But you still have to accompany me on the ninth day of the lunar new year." A fierce look flashed across Jiang Muxia's eyes.

Only by finding something to hold against Fang Lanxiang and driving her out of the Jiang family can we deal with them without any worries.

The drinks in the restaurant were all gone. At Shen Shizhong, a horse-drawn carriage stopped at the door of the restaurant. Two men tied up the horses, lifted the curtain and walked in.

Jiang Mutao was wiping the counter when she saw two strange men coming in. She asked cautiously, "We're closed. Come back another day."

One of the thin and handsome young men smiled and said, "We are from the wine shop, and we are here to deliver wine."

"Oh." Jiang Mutao breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the backyard and said, "Put the wine in the kitchen."

The young man responded crisply and told his followers to start moving the wine.

"Huai Si?" Jiang Muxia came out of the tavern and saw the two wine deliverymen unloading the truck. "Did you really go to the winery?"

"Miss Jiang." Huai Si smiled embarrassedly, "I'm sorry for offending you yesterday. Please don't take it personally."

"No defense." Jiang Muxia waved his hand generously, "None of you are evil people. You should spend the money you earned with your own hands with confidence."

"Yes." Huai Si smiled foolishly, "My mother told me the same thing, but I didn't listen to her before."

Jiang Muxia chuckled, "Did you finally get wise after being beaten up?"

Huai Si went in with a silly smile on his face, holding the jar of wine.

After unloading the wine jars, the boy found an excuse to pull Jiang Muxia to a corner and asked in a low voice: "Who is that pretty girl in blue?"

"My sister." Jiang Muxia looked at him suspiciously. Why was this kid asking about his sister?

"No wonder." The young man smiled and said, "She's as pretty as Sister Mu Xia."

Jiang Muxia rolled her eyes at him and warned him, "Zhou Yue, I'm warning you. My sister has a gentle personality. If you dare to bully her, I won't forgive you."

Zhou Yue didn't respond, but glanced at Jiang Mutao. This girl looked like the person in his dream.

"Sister, let's go back. You settle the score with Uncle Chengzi." Zhou Yue called Huai Si and quickly left the restaurant.

Jiang Muxia shook her head helplessly. This child was too eccentric and had too little experience.

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On the fourth day of October, at the end of the Chen hour, when everyone was busy in the kitchen, they heard the restaurant door being slammed loudly.

"Dad, go and see who it is. Is there something wrong?" Lu Chaoyun urged Jiang Yuzhou to go to the front to check.

Jiang Muxia handed the shovel in her hand to Li Jiyi, "Mom, I'll go."

Jiang Muxia came to the inner hall, pulled out the bolt, and the door opened with a bang. A girl huddled up in a ball due to the cold stood behind the door curtain.

As soon as the door opened, the girl squeezed in.

In the dim light, Jiang Muxia saw that the girl in purple who was rubbing her hands beside her was Jiang Hongxing.

Jiang Muxia stuck her head out and looked outside, confirming that she was the only one there.

"Hong Xing, why are you here?" Jiang Muxia said, "It's so cold, why are you running around instead of staying at home?"

"Sister." Jiang Hongxing's lips pursed, and she said aggrievedly, "I'm so bored when you're not at home. Grandpa assigns me things to do every day. Look at my hands, they're all cracked."

She stretched out her hand for Jiang Muxia to see, and only saw a tiny crack on the tip of her thumb.

How dare you talk about this little injury?

Jiang Muxia felt contempt in her heart and a distressed expression appeared on her face.

"Grandpa really doesn't have any sympathy for people. But, did you tell them when you came here? You know grandpa's temper. You ran out alone, and he thought you ran out because you didn't want to work." Jiang Muxia tried to find out whether she was instructed by Jiang Lingye to come and inquire about their family's situation here, or whether she learned about her situation from Ping Luo and came here to ask for money.

"Well, I..." Jiang Hongxing hesitated and whispered, "I ran away by myself. I heard that there was a fire wall in the restaurant and it was very warm. So I ran away secretly. Sister, it was too cold at home."

Her eyes turned red and tears started to flow.

Jiang Muxia looked at her pretending to be pitiful, suppressed her nausea, and said with a smile: "Hong Xing, it's like this. The restaurant belongs to the master of the Xu family, and I really can't make the decision to let you work here. If we make him unhappy, none of our jobs will be saved." She took Jiang Hongxing's hand and sat at the table, pouring her a cup of warm tea, "Your mother is pregnant now, and the second uncle is often working away from home. You know that no one in the family can be relied on. Your mother can't leave you. Wait a minute, I'll arrange for you to have breakfast, and you can go home after breakfast."

Jiang Hongxing was in the restaurant and felt that the environment here was dozens of times better than at home, and she didn't want to leave.

"Sister," Jiang Hongxing cried even more happily when she saw her straightforward refusal, "Please think of a way. I am willing to work hard. I am not afraid of dirt or hardship. I am more capable than Tao'er. I can do the work she can do, and I can also do the work she can't do. Please ask the head of the family to let me stay."

"Hong Xing, Tao'er works here without any salary. I even reduced her salary in exchange for begging the owner to keep her. I'm sorry, I really don't have the face to ask for more." Jiang Muxia acted helpless.

Is she crazy to recruit Jiang Hongxing into the restaurant?

"This..." Jiang Hongxing was unable to say the following words after hearing that she had to reduce Jiang Mutao's salary.

You can't ask Jiang Muxia to reduce his salary for her.

And they didn't even pay her, so she hesitated.

But she really didn't want to go back. That home was cold and impersonal. They ate mixed flour cakes and porridge that was so clear that it could be used as a mirror.

She was tired of such days.

Jiang Hongxing made up her mind and said, "Sister, I don't want any wages either. As long as I can stay here, I can do anything."

Jiang Muxia frowned, it was really a dog-skin plaster that had stuck to her.

"You didn't understand what I said. The restaurant is not short of people. I don't have the face to talk to the owner anymore." Jiang Muxia's face darkened and she pulled her hand away. "Aren't you making things difficult for me?"

"Oh," Jiang Hongxing saw that there was no hope for her, wiped away her tears and sighed, "Sister, I won't make it difficult for you. It's my fault. When I get home and my grandfather asks me, I will tell him the truth."